Mother, Father

watch them slur the names

Squirm at the thoughts arising

But what about the patient

the ones lying in our homes

Built for cannibalism of this age

Fucked over royally

I don't hold the keys anymore

Tweak the lies of your mouth

A twist and they'll all fall out

A gut scream for a crowd

Lies for the press

You've already lied so much

what do you think you have left?